Author Archives: amyswords

The human heart, strange alchemy within our breast, transforming blood into desires that move thought and limb. If only I were content to be within the spaciousness of belonging, immersed in the mercy that quenches a soul’s thirst. But this … Continue reading →

Courage, my daughter – your heart holds the give and take of this world. Like breath, take what supports you, give away what does not. You are strong enough to stand straight up for who you are – the awesome … Continue reading →

I find that I need to consciously choose to feel my heart. Once I do, I wonder why I don’t choose more often.

Growing within me the spirit and soul of one Beloved, catching the color of my life, the sweet song of hearts open wide. Break through the dark outline of my womb into the light, into arms welcoming this daughter, this … Continue reading →

My name is swallowed up in the sound of the world; not lost, it adds to the roundness of the word voicelessly spoken by every name. I hear it filling the space between us, alive with possibility. March 3, 2012

A friend I trust once told me that God did not leave us here without a map. I used to think that the signs were all around me, just hiding from my everyday awareness (feeling kinda outta touch). Soft focus … Continue reading →

Unbidden gratitude raises my eyes to see more than the face of the moment; I see how odd bits fit together and how I am better for it. This small thing supports my life. I reimagine the gift – and … Continue reading →

Let me not forget the warmth of our love even when I serve your plate cold. Let me live in the home of our heart even when we choose different rooms. Let the law of our love be written by … Continue reading →

We travel across the years, settle on one or a few for a while – resting, waiting. The questions change, never the destination. Deep in the silence between one and another, there’s a faint sound – familiar, comforting. Humming its … Continue reading →